All Creatures Great and Small

SIEGFRIED: We are vets.

Whatever happens, the animal must come first.

We'll finally have a new assistant.

From London.

He won't last.

May I begin, Mr. Herriot?

CARMODY: I thought that went rather well.

(chuckles): Oh, James, look at their little faces.

We said we'd wait.

I'm just not sure what we're waiting for.

HELEN: If this war has taught us anything, it's to cherish every moment.

(whistling) (children playing in distance) Easter in Yorkshire, eh Jess?

(excited chatter) Look at the wee 'uns egg-hunting.

(excited chatter) Rather them than me.

(indistinct talking) Oh!

(tires skidding) I'm so sorry.

(gasping breath) Watch where you're going.

I'm very sorry.

I... took my eye off for a second... (distant children playing) (loud splatter) (James exhales) (sighs) SIEGFRIED: Oh, blast it!

(shattering) Put it on the list.

Syrup of cocillana.

(mumbling): Syrup of cocillana... Is it so bloody hard to put things back with the labels facing out?

Salammoniac, small.

Udder ointment-- two tins.

Perchloride of mercury, wrong place.

Wait, can you just-- can you spell that, please?

Oh, and some more absorbent gauze.

Six dozen rolls should do it.

(mumbling): Absorbent gauze, six dozen... Would you mind?

I have an awful lot to get through.

What if I do mind?

(kettle whistling) You know that sound means it's boiling, yes?

They're saying we dropped more bombs than all the German raids on London in the Great War.

(whistling ends) Oh, sounds to me like they don't need you after all.

I should withdraw my name if I were you.

Very funny.

Where's Mrs. Hall?

Out with Gerald, maybe.

(phone ringing) You're welcome.

(ringing continues) I suppose you want me to get that?

(sighs, ringing continues) I never thought I'd admit this, but we're missing Tristan.

(ringing continues) HELEN: I wish he would just admit it.

Between giving up his pipe and missing Triss, he's really found a new level, an't he?

At least the smoking's just for Lent.

That was Slavens.

Another difficult lambing, he says.

That's the second one this month.

Poor man.

He must be really struggling.

Well, he's an experienced farmer.

He's perfectly capable of sorting it out himself.

Oh, it must be your sparkling company he enjoys, Siegfried.

Oscar Wilde considered sarcasm the lowest form of wit.

But the highest form of intelligence.

I'll see you later.

(retreating footsteps, door opening) I know he can be... (door closing) (inhales sharply) ...testing.

Testing?

The longest 40 days of me life.

He keeps rabbiting on about self-control.

If he was so great at it, why's he asked Audrey to hide his tobacco?

I caught him looking for it in the airing cupboard.

He keeps lecturing me about how I should "renounce me indulgences."

What did you say?

Whiskey was the only thing stopping me from murdering him.

(laughs) (humming) (humming continues) (honking) Get out of the way, sheep!

(sheep bleating) Thank you.

(tires squealing) SIEGFRIED: Mr. Slavens.

SLAVENS: Mr. Farnon, good morning.

Kind of you to come so quickly.

There's not a flake of snow in Darrowby.

Aye, it's like the North Pole up here.

You get three seasons in one day.

That Hurley's cut?

It is, are you partial to it an' all?

No, it's a filthy habit.

Where's the patient?

Just through here.

(excited chatter) HELEN: Good morning.

WOMAN: Hey, James.

JAMES: Good morning.

(chatter continues) (chuckles) Oh, James, look at their little faces.

(chattering, laughter) Is that broodiness I detect?

Mm, say that again.

"Broodiness."

Broodiness.

(both laughing) HELEN: Don't you wish there wasn't a war on?

I better get started.

Those ducks won't race themselves.

(excited chatter) Right then, are we ready?

CHILDREN: Yeah!

So the first duck under that bridge wins.

Right?

CHILDREN: Yeah.

One... (all together): Two... Three, quack!

(splashing) (cheering and clapping) (cheering continues) (indistinct chatter) (dog barking) MAN: Come on!

(cheering, excited chatter) (splashing) Oi!

Stop that!

BOY: Come on, duck, you can do it!

Come on!

(whistle blows) (excited chatter) Oi!

I want a word with you!

(excited chatter continues) (crowd cheering) Yes!

(laughing, cheering) (sheep bleating) (patting) (lamb bleating) (bleating, distant braying) (quietly): There we are.

It's a capital job, Mr. Farnon.

Yes.

I'm surprised you needed me, it was straightforward enough.

Aye, but it's a job for small mitts.

Yours are smaller than mine.

(sheep bleating) (chuckles) Our Elsie were a breech.

(water splashing) Took some pushing and pulling to get her out, I can tell thee.

(chuckling): Oh look, he's perking up now.

Would you mind putting that out?

It can't be any good for the lamb.

(animals bleating) SLAVENS (softly): Oh, heck.

I hope she 'ent rejected it.

Poor little bugger.

(soft baa) (loud bleating) Probably blames it for causing her all that pain.

(bleating) (lamb bleating gently) Oh, I hope not.

(huffing) I'm sure she'll come 'round.

(bleating) Will you s... stay for a brew, Mr. Farnon?

No, I should get on.

(sheep bleating) Just, um... call me if there's any other trouble.

Aye, will do.

(gate unlatching) Thanks again.

(bleating continues) (exhales) Hey, hey.

(wildlife chittering) (dog barks) (whining) Hello there.

(panting) All right, little one.

I'm not going to hurt you.

(soft bark) There we go.

Let's have a wee look at you, shall we?

Are you poorly, little fella?

(ruffs) (loud whack) (grunts) (thuds loudly, sharp ringing) (distorted): Stay away from him!

(ringing continues) (gasps) (deep exhalations) Stay away from my dog!

(catching breath) (pen scratching) (soft chuckle) (paper crumpling) (throws paper) (sighs) (engine rumbles) (bus hissing) (bus motor rumbling, departing) (motor rumbling) (indistinct chatter) (indistinct chatter, typewriter keys clicking) (chattering, laughter) (indistinct talking) MAN: Next.

(chair sliding) (exhales) (nervously): I'd like to...

I'm here about...

Speak up, I can't hear you.

I'm looking to get a divorce.

On what grounds?

Um...

I, I don't know what you'd call it.

We've been apart for years.

Desertion.

Well, it weren't how that sounds.

Have you had any contact with your husband in the past three years?

Mm.

(phone ringing) (keys clacking, phones ringing) You'll need to fill these in.

Now?

We require a detailed statement documenting the disintegration of your marriage, together with any... A statement?

Together with any relevant correspondence, photographs, and documents, yes.

(stammering) Can't I just...

The thing is, I haven't seen him in so long...

I thought I could just... Well, you thought wrong.

(typewriter clacks) Next!

How come I've not seen him around before?

He used to go to school with Jenny when they were little.

They booted him out.

What for?

Not showing up, I think.

Binks, Wesley Binks.

You all right in there, Siegfried?

Yes, I was just looking for something.

Not your tobacco, by any chance?

What?

No, of course not.

Oh.

JAMES: If you ask me, he's trouble.

He should be in Borstal.

Well, maybe you should give him a break.

Some folk are just dealt a bad hand in life.

Maybe so, but people like him shouldn't be allowed pets.

Who shouldn't be allowed pets?

James got thumped by a boy at the duck race.

(chuckles) It's not how it sounds-- and he wasn't a boy, for a start.

He was a young man!

Mm?

A very young man.

(snickers) HELEN: And now he's started a campaign to bring back public hanging.

JAMES: You should have seen the look he gave me!

Like he wanted to disembowel me with a rusty fork.

(snickers) Do you know him, Audrey?

Wesley Binks.

Audrey?

Is everything all right?

You don't seem yourself.

Quite all right.

Thank you, Helen.

SIEGFRIED: People like that are born troublemakers.

There's nothing anyone can do to change them.

You don't believe that.

Here.

A wild dog will bite you, Helen, just as a spider knows to make a web or a bird a nest.

It's in their nature.

Well, how is it you can break a wild horse, then?

Did you order those supplies?

When I say I'll do something, Siegfried, I do it.

Noted.

(sighs) Stay strong.

(chuckles) We're on the home straight.

(Helen chuckles) (scrubbing continues) Here you are.

Do you know where he lives?

This Binks?

Old Mill Terrace.

Just past the Robinsons' farm, last I heard.

James, don't do anything daft.

It's not about the boy.

It's the dog.

Why, do you think he's mistreating it?

It may be worse than that.

I think he has distemper.

Oh, that's bad, en't it?

Unless you catch it early enough, it's a death sentence.

(sighs) (truck rumbling, clattering) (indistinct chatter) (horses trotting) (pages turning) (clears throat) (dog whining) (sighs) (papers rustling) (birds chirping) SIEGFRIED: Are the others out?

(box slamming shut) (papers scattering) I didn't hear you come in.

(mumbling): Oh... No... No!

Give that to me.

You're getting divorced?

(paper rustling) That's a good shot of Edward.

Isn't it?

(sighs) I'm worried about him.

(deep breath) It's no bloody use shut away in a tin.

Put it up somewhere you can see it.

You're sure you don't mind?

Of course not.

(photograph passing hands) Be nice to have one of Triss up somewhere, too.

If such a thing exists.

His fondness for gurning like a chimpanzee in every picture makes it something of a challenge.

(small chuckle) (retreating footsteps) (indistinct chatter, hooves clopping) Excuse me?

I'm looking for Wesley Binks' house.

Aye, just 'round the corner, it's the second door.

Thank you.

(cart rattling) (indistinct chatter) What have I told you?

Keep away from my washing!

Go on!

Sorry, ma'am!

Cheeky beggars.

Bang, bang!

Bang?

I'll give you a bang.

Come on.

I've not got time for you today.

Go on.

(indistinct chatter) (knocking) (dog barking) (indistinct chatter, children laughing) (knocking) Hello.

I'm here-- Wait, I'm a vet.

(door slamming) I think your dog has distemper.

What's that?

It's a serious disease.

He must have caught it from another dog.

I dunno what you're on about.

Look, can I just... Can I take a proper look at him?

Please, can I come in?

Piss off.

(door slamming) (knocking) WESLEY: Did you not hear me?

I'm not going anywhere till I see your dog, Wesley.

He needs help.

My name's James.

James Herriot.

(indistinct chatter) (horse nickering) (baby crying, horse hooves clopping) (dog whining) You're not half as good as you think you are.

That's a pity.

I had dreams of playing for Scotland.

Is anyone home?

You done with that?

The pork pie?

Go ahead.

What's his name?

Duke.

And how old is he?

What's with all the questions?

The more I know about him, the better chance I have of helping him.

How do you know he's got... whatever it's called?

You see how he's flinching in the light?

It's called photophobia.

It's one of the signs.

And you must have noticed the pus in his eyes.

Don't know what you're on about.

For most dogs with distemper, the outlook's pretty bleak.

Look, I just want to help him, Wesley.

I've had an idea, but you have to want to help him, too.

Now, what he needs most is treatment, and if he's somewhere where he can be properly fed and looked after... Who do you think you are?

Telling me how to treat my own dog?

You're talking (muted).

(door slams) (indistinct chatter, motor rumbling) (grunting) (door closing) Where the bloody hell has she hidden it?

Siegfried.

Oh!

(banging) What do you do when an animal's suffering but the owner won't let you treat it?

I take it this is Wesley Binks we're talking about?

His dog has distemper.

Ah.

Not much hope for him, then.

Maybe not, but I have to try something.

A mixed macterin's your best bet.

Yes, I know that.

But like I said, it's Wesley that's the problem.

If he doesn't want your help, you have to accept it.

It's the owners that employ us, not the animals.

I can't just stand back and do nothing!

It seems to me that you've done everything you can.

(shuffling) (sighs) (sighs) (Helen shivering) When I was younger, an early night was a punishment.

Now it's a treat.

You're still thinking about that dog, aren't you?

I think I'm going to report it to the RSPCA.

Are you sure, James?

(object clatters) That's a big decision.

I know.

But I've a duty to make sure it isn't spread to any other dogs.

No matter what you think of that boy, does he really deserve to lose his dog?

Because that's what'll happen.

Then he should have taken better care of him.

I've got to put the animal first.

I really hope you're right.

I don't see that I have any choice.

Come on.

(indistinct chatter) (motor rumbling) (indistinct talking) JAMES: Uh-huh.

Uh-huh...

Very good.

Uh-huh.

All right, I'll meet you outside the property.

Thanks, bye.

They agreed it's an animal welfare emergency.

I'm to meet them outside Wesley's place in an hour.

Well, at least that poor dog will stand a chance now.

Cut it out.

(phone ringing) Come on, Jess, come on.

Come on.

(Jess panting) Is it tomorrow, Siegfried, or Easter Sunday?

What?

When Lent's officially over.

You must be counting down the hours.

You seem to think this is a challenge for me, it's simply a question of tenacity.

When one commits to something, one sees it through.

It's not forever, though.

Well, it could be.

I could easily be a non-smoker if I chose to be.

MRS. HALL: That were Mr. Slavens on the phone.

Says his ewe's rejected its lamb.

Right.

(sighs) (knocking on door) Jess... You daft article.

Get down!

Ah!

No, stop, no.

Delivery, for Farnon.

Are you sure?

What on earth is it?

Sterile dressings, it says here.

HELEN: I ordered six dozen rolls.

No, you ordered six dozen boxes.

There's six boxes in each one.

No, wait, wait!

(stammers) Can we send them back?

You'll have to speak to head office.

They're closed till Tuesday.

Happy Easter.

I'll tell Siegfried that I've made a mistake.

How bad could it be?

Yeah, you're right.

(motor starting) What can we do?

Let's stick it in the pantry.

I'll get James.

Ooh!

(thudding) (panting) MRS. HALL: That the last of them?

Aye.

(boxes crashing) (all exclaiming) James!

(groans) Ooh!

HELEN: Here.

Here...

He's coming, he's coming!

He's coming, he's coming... Go, go-- quick, quick!

Quick, quick, quick!

Get in!

(door closes) Where's James?

Um, he's upstairs, I think.

(Jess panting) (footsteps retreating) (boxes crashing, James groans) JAMES: Bugger!

(exhales) (door opens) Were you just going to leave me in there?!

(both laughing) The things I do for you.

(laughter continues) (wind whipping) (sheep bleating) She won't let him near her, Mr. Farnon.

Has he had any milk at all?

I gave him a bottle last night but it's colostrum he needs.

Let's have a look.

(lamb bleating, Siegfried gently shushing) The mouth seems fine.

(ewe bleating) All right, old girl.

I'm not going to hurt you.

(lamb bleating) No sores.

No mastitis as far as I can see.

Have you used a bonding pen before?

A few of these should do the trick.

Right... (lamb bleating) (softly): Now... let's see if we can't give you a helping hand, eh?

(indistinct chatter) (dog barking) (children laughing) (dog barking, indistinct chatter) Uh, Mrs. Binks?

Aye?

My name's Herriot, I'm a vet.

And this lady's from the RSPCA.

We're looking for Wesley.

Oh, he's out wi' his dog.

You'll find him on the tops.

Well, actually, do you mind if we speak to you?

(indistinct chatter, children laughing) (door closes) Sit yourself down.

RSPCA WORKER: Thank you.

(Granny Binks mumbling, groans) So you must be Wesley's grandmother...?

Great-grandmother.

Uh, never seen vitnery 'round here.

What's this about?

It's about Duke, Mrs. Binks.

Given his health and general condition, we feel he would be better off in someone else's care.

Honest to God, I wish he'd never got that dog.

Last thing we need is another mouth to feed.

Well there's no shame in it.

No, when times are tough like these, pets are often the first to go without.

(derisive laugh) GRANNY BINKS: You try tellin' that to Wes!

Puts that dog before hisself.

He's been giving his food to Duke.

Worships that dog, he does.

I can't tell you the rows we've had.

JAMES: And is this where the dog sleeps?

GRANNY BINKS: Aye.

Would you excuse us, Mrs. Binks?

Oh.

(soft chuckle) Eeeh, that dog!

(children playing) (dog barking) Clearly I was wrong.

Duke has plenty of food, his bed is pristine.

He's well looked after.

I'm sorry for wasting your time, but you're obviously not needed here after all.

Mr. Herriot... Oi!

What's goin' on?

Wes, there's nothing to worry about, I can explain.

Wes!

It's obvious to me, Mr. Herriot, that the animal is poorly, and in a situation that poses a risk to its life.

You know as well I do that the animal would be better off in our care.

He's doing his best for him!

Please, look, I'm prepared to take full responsibility.

I'll make sure Duke gets all the necessary care, if that's what you need to hear.

Right.

Well, next time, make sure you do a proper assessment of the situation before calling us.

Thank you, thank you.

Wes!

Wes, I can see you hiding behind there.

I'm so sorry.

You come anywhere near me and my dog again, and you'll be sorry.

Wes, if you don't let me help him, he is going to die.

How are your daughters, Mr. Slavens?

You have two girls, as I recall?

Both well, thanks for askin'.

Lily turns 21 this year.

(soft chuckle, sheep bleats) They grow up fast, don't they?

Now, the trick is to hold her head up high with your hand on... the halter like this.

Right, put the lamb down.

(softly): Come on.

(grunting): Go on.

(bleating) Yes, you'll need to hold her legs.

Um... (lamb and sheep bleating) Whoa... (grunts) (lamb bleating) (sheep bleating) (sheep bleating continues) There we go.

You'll have to repeat this every four to six hours until the ewe and lamb have bonded.

I can't do this on me own.

No, you need a helping hand.

Me farmhands have gone off to fight, both of 'em.

Well, I'm sure one of your daughters could help.

Or Mrs. Slavens-- she's strong as an ox as I recall.

Aye.

That she is.

How long does it usually take?

The bonding?

Uh... a few days.

(sheep bleating) You can always give me another call if there's any trouble.

Aye.

Thank you, Mr. Farnon.

You scrub that any harder you'll dislocate something.

(sighs) You were right about Wesley.

(slams brush lightly) What happened?

I should never have assumed he was mistreating his dog.

Now he hates me and I've probably just condemned Duke to death.

Well, you put the animal first.

But I let Wesley down.

This was my chance to show him that not everyone thinks the worst of him.

And I blew it.

You're not his dad, James.

You care so much.

It's one of the reasons I love you.

And why I know you'll make a wonderful father one day.

I've just made a brew.

And Audrey's made some hot cross buns.

Why don't you come and join us?

I'll be through in a bit.

(scrubbing starts and stops) Ah, Helen.

Uh, what is this, and why is it in here?

What are you doing in the linen cupboard?

You can't answer a question with another question!

Why can't I?

You just did it again!

I'm sure Audrey has her reasons.

Wait.

Um... Do you happen to know if Mr. and Mrs. Slavens have been having... difficulties of some sort?

What?

Valerie Slavens died last month.

Surely you knew that?

Oh, God.

Poor man's barely got over his daughters flying the nest.

Now he's all on his own.

(slams loudly) HELEN (whispering): Audrey!

Audrey!

He's found some of the boxes in the linen cupboard!

Oh, what a treat!

Thank you, Mrs. Hall.

Well, I've had to make some substitutions on account of the rationing.

Oh!

They look lovely!

Well?

Mmm... Those are interesting flavors.

I've not had one like this before.

Hmm.

Mm.

Dear me!

They taste like... Dog biscuits.

Mm.

What, what's in it?

Uh, carrot and swede.

Mm.

That is comfortably the most disgusting thing I've had in years.

Have we got any honey or, um... Hm.

No, wait... (gasps) (whispering): You're a life saver.

(pouring tea) Oh God!

I forgot!

Wash it down!

Ugh!

(both laughing) What are you two laughing at?

(laughing continues) (knocking loudly) (Duke whining) (Duke sneezes) Hey, you're all right.

(sneezing continues) It's all right, lad.

You 'ave to help him, Mister.

(Duke whines softly, sneezes) You've done the right thing, Wesley.

I know it wasn't easy.

I knew he weren't right.

I just...

I thought he might get better.

This is something called hyperimmune serum.

It helps the body fight the infection.

Good lad.

I've had him since he were a pup.

He's me best pal in the world.

I'll do everything I can, I promise you.

(places needle down) (voice breaking): I don't want 'im to die.

There's one thing working in Duke's favor-- he's not a pure bred.

You see, cross-bred dogs, they have a thing called hybrid vigor, which helps them to fight disease.

And with a bit of luck, we've caught it early enough.

(Duke breathing raggedly) (coins jangling) I know it 'ent enough.

(chuckling): Don't worry, there's no charge.

No, I don't want charity.

It's not charity, it's, um... No thank you.

There must be some way I can pay?

(cat meowing) (footsteps approaching) They'll need mucking out and feeding twice a day.

Do you think you could start in the morning?

Aye.

Good.

Bring Duke and I'll give him another shot.

And these are for him.

Now, dissolve them in water, and use the solution to clean his nose.

It'll help him feel more comfortable.

And this is a treat from Mrs. Hall.

For Duke.

(cat meowing) For Duke!

(soft chuckle) (door closes) JAMES: Wesley Binks is going to be doing some work for us, Siegfried.

(turns faucet on) The boy who attacked you?

He's not a bad lad.

He's going to help us out, mucking out the animal shed for a few days.

Have you completely lost your mind?

I think it's a good idea.

(turns faucet off) He'll be fine, Siegfried.

I trust him.

Jess, Dash!

Come on!

(pen scribbling) (soft sigh) (footsteps approaching) Oh, here you are.

I'm, uh... (clears throat) I were thinking of putting another parcel together for Triss if you wanted to write him a letter?

Um... there's really nothing new to report.

(sighs) I don't think I can do it.

I made my vows before God.

On Sunday I'll be in church, on the holiest day of the year, with Gerald beside me.

(exhales) (inhales) I'm not sure I'd considered his intentions towards you before now.

Gerald?

Oh, no, it's not that.

I've no intention of leaving, Mr. Farnon, if that's what you're worried about.

That's, that's not what I meant!

Will there be anything else?

(footsteps retreating) SLAVENS: Mr. Farnon!

Kind of you to drop in.

I was just passing.

Not nearly so mardy today.

Your trick seems to be working.

Mr. Slavens, when I was here yesterday, I'm afraid I didn't know about your wife.

I'm so sorry.

I had no idea you were... up here by yourself.

(exhales) One minute the house is full of folk and laughter and... next it's empty.

It can't be easy with your daughters gone too.

It's daft.

You think they'll be around forever.

You, you don't expect them to... (voice breaking): not need you anymore.

Still, you have to let them find their own way, don't you?

They'll be back when they need me.

(soft chuckle) JAMES: Good lad.

That should do it.

(animals chittering) "Ho-oh-din-ni..." It's Houdini.

(dramatically): The Great Houdini.

So is he allus escaping then?

Take your eye off him for a second and he's gone.

(cat meows) James?

Siegfried.

This is Wesley.

Yes, I've heard all about Wesley Binks.

Mr. Herriot seems to think you're doing well.

Let's see, shall we?

Why don't you leave this to me, Siegfried?

Have you changed their water?

Yes, sir.

And they've all been fed and the cages cleaned.

(cats meowing, birds squawking) Hm.

Who takes 'em out?

Sorry?

Well, they can't stay cooped up in this cage all day.

It 'ent right!

They're only here until they're well enough to return to their own home.

Well, they still need a run around.

I'll let you discuss this with Mr. Herriot.

(door closes) I owe you an apology, Mrs. Hall.

For the way I spoke to you last night.

I'm also aware that I've not been at my most, um, patient or good-natured these past few weeks.

Anyway, last night, I... these are personal matters-- none of my business.

Of course you must seek a divorce.

(inhales) They want a statement.

A detailed account of my entire marriage.

And I just... (inhales) Yes, it must be hard to dredge all that stuff up.

Well, it's between Robert and me, no one else.

Sometimes we have to look that monster right in the face.

Show it we're not afraid of it anymore.

Well, it's not that I don't want to.

Because I do.

Desperately.

Well, why don't you use my study?

I promise you, once it's done, you'll feel like a new woman.

I can see to it that you're not disturbed.

(exhales) (footsteps retreating) (footsteps approaching) (knocks lightly) (curtain closes, footsteps retreating) (takes deep breath) (birds twittering, hooves clopping) (seat clatters) (playing muffled tune) (muffled note) Hmm...

I wonder.

(flicks switch) (chortling) (inhales) SIEGFRIED (loudly): Helen?

Siegfried?

In here.

This way.

Thank you.

I made a mistake with the order.

A mistake?

We've enough gauze to see out the decade.

I'm sorry!

I-- Where's my tobacco?

Siegfried, I meant to say, if you have any other jobs you'd like Wesley to do, just let me know.

A-ha!

(tin rattles) I thought you'd given up.

Well, nobody's perfect.

I don't know if it's the structure or the responsibility, but Wes has taken to work like a duck to water.

(soft chuckle) I was wondering if we might find him something more regular.

I think we might do better than that.

Come on.

Duke!

Come on, Duke!

Good boy!

Duke!

Yeah, good boy!

(whistling) Ah, good boy.

I can see why you like it up here.

Mr. Herriot.

Hello, boy!

He's looking much better.

I been cleanin' his nose just like you told me.

Yeah, but it's more than that, his eyes are brighter.

He's been eatin' like an 'oss.

(chuckling): That's good to hear.

Ey?

Do you... think he might make it then?

It's too early to say for sure.

But these are good signs.

(sighs) D'you hear that?

Good lad.

He's a lucky dog.

I don't think he could wish for a better owner.

Listen, Mr. Farnon had an idea, which I wanted to talk to you about.

JAMES: How's Duke with snow?

WESLEY: He loves it!

JAMES: That's good.

WESLEY: Why's that?

JAMES: You'll see soon enough.

(sheep bleating) You're all right, Mister.

Go on.

Hello, Wesley.

I'm Clifford.

Nice to meet ya.

What's your dog called?

Duke.

Hey, Duke.

(lighter flicks shut) Let the merry cymbals sound (distant bells tolling) Fill the pipe with greatest pleasure Bom ba dum ba dum bom bom.

(distant bells tolling continues) At least you made it to Easter.

I'll give up some day.

(Mrs. Hall chuckles, bell tolling continues) I'm glad you're going to church.

Nobody will judge you, Mrs. Hall.

And, if they do, so bloody what?

(exhales) I wanted to thank you.

For your help yesterday.

Oh, I didn't do anything.

I disagree.

You were right.

It was something that I needed to do.

(inhales, exhales) He looks so proud.

(soft chuckle) Rightly so.

Not a hint of chimpanzee.

(both chuckling) (places purse down, sighs) Writing it all down sometimes helps, you know.

A wise man taught me that.

(knock at door, door opens) Gerald!

Morning, Audrey.

(soft chuckle) Ah, Mr. Farnon.

Morning.

SIEGFRIED: Happy Easter!

Happy Easter.

SIEGFRIED: Well... enjoy the service.

Are you not coming?

I think I'll give this one a miss.

I've a letter to write.

(Slavens shouting commands) (sheep bleating, commands continue) (quietly): He'll be all right.

(Slavens shouting commands) HARBOTTLE: You need someone to take over the administrative burden.

I'm going to get started right away.

Splendid idea.

HARBOTTLE: I shall get this place shipshape.

JAMES: I know what you're thinking.

We said we'd wait.

I know, I'm just not sure what we're waiting for.

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